Page 31 of The Dark Fae Princess
I Puffport us upstairs and straight into my room. No messing about. He drops my bag on the bed and has a look around, going to the windows to stare at the view.
“It’s very pretty here,” he says.
“Tuscany, Italy,” I say, “I think so too.”
He nods and turns back to me.
We stare at each other for a second and then we are crashing together in our urgency to engage in a heated embrace.
Our kiss lasts a few minutes before he pulls away. “That’s as far as I dare go,” he mutters.
I hesitate in asking him this, again, but I have to. Last time it was scandalous, but now we’ve agreed to be together so surely, he’ll agree?
“I want you to be my first,” I mumble, embarrassed.
His eyes narrow at me in frustration. “We’ve talked about this.”
“Yes,beforewe decided to be together.Nowit’s the next step.”
“I’ll hurt you,” he says.
“So will anyone else,” I huff at him. “I want to make love to you, Jerrick. Why are you refusing me?”
He looks away and the penny drops.
“Oh,” I say stiffly. “You think that if we get caught but you haven’t screwed me, you’ll have a lighter sentence, is that it?”
“The King will have my head if he finds out I’ve touched you,” he hisses at me. “I love you Savannah, I don’t want to die and never see you again. It’s not about fear but the agony of never seeing you again.”
“Oh,” I say again, my cheeks flaming. “Sorry, I’m just frustrated that you aren’t thinking of now. You won’t be happy unless we can express our love.”
“How do you know that?” he snarls. “You,clearly, don’t know what I’m feeling about this.”
“Then tell me,” I wail. “I have no experience with this. All I’m going on are my feelings about you. I love you, Jerrick. I don’t want to think about us not being together and someone else taking my virginity. The fact that you even mention it to me makes me think you don’t want an inexperienced virgin wasting your precious time.”
His face is furious as he grips my upper arms, hurting me. “How dare you suggest that. It makes me sick to my stomach to think of anyone else taking you, especially the first time. You want me? Then you’ll get me, Princess, thrusting my massive cock into your tight virgin pussy, making you scream.” He kisses me roughly, bruising my lips and walking me back to the bed.
I struggle in his grip, shoving at his chest with sparks of magick on my fingertips. “You bastard!”
He lets me go with a thoughtful look. “I’m not a brute, Princess. Don’t you see now why I’m reluctant to do this?”
“Yes,” I say in a small voice, getting it. He used harshness to make me really see what he was saying. It’s going to hurt like Hell. “But I want you, Jerrick. I don’t care about the pain. It will be once and that’s it. Then you can please me. I know size matters,” I add with a stifled snort.
He chokes back his indignation.
“How many women have you pleased with this?” I ask, running my hand over the bulge in his pants.
He gives me a scandalized look. “I’m not telling you that!”
“Go on,” I wheedle. “Hundreds? Thousands?”
“Stop it,” he says, his cheeks getting hotter, the harder he gets under my hand. “I’m not telling you.”
I giggle and squeeze him gently through his pants. “I bet it’s thousands. I bet they line up to ride you, don’t they?”
“Savannah!” he expostulates, batting my hand away. “Stop this at once.”
“But it’s fun,” I pout. However, I move away from him and drop it. I don’t really want to know, I was only trying to deflect and make him see that his asset is a, well,asset, and that I’m not afraid. “To be continued,” I state. “I want to have a swim and then I’m going to appeal to Remiel as a parent.”
